Chapter 34 #2
“Shove your thick cock inside me and make me come.”
I count to sixteen seconds before Bronte’s hard dick arrives at my panties, his fingers yanking the material to the side underneath my dress, and he’s thrusting inside me.
I moan from the immediate pleasure as he stretches me out. My calves wrap around his ass as I force him closer, and his hips pull back just to slam into me again.
Bronte’s face drops between my shoulder and neck, pressing long, hot kisses along my flesh as I close my eyes to relish in my new life.
My new future.
New plans and hopes that I haven’t been able to map out yet, but feel hopeful for, once more.
“Fuck, Daydream, I love you,” Bronte groans into my skin. “If you’re not pregnant now, you’re going to be by the end of the year. You’d better tell me those plans.”
“I just want to be happy.”
He licks a long path up my throat, right up to my ear, when he mutters, “I can do that. Give me something harder.”
Overachiever.
Gripping both sides of his face, I gently redirect his face so that he’s looking down at me. Those light greens filled with lust, hunger, and a softness that makes my heart melt into a warm little puddle.
“Don’t cheat on me.” His brows immediately clench before his expression turns murderous. “If you’re ever unhappy or need—”
“You’ve never been inside your pussy, Daydream, so let me explain.
I don’t need several women in my life to fuck because my ego needs it.
In fact, I need to be humbled from time to time.
And I’m married. My father was married to my mother for forty-some years with kids and security. I want that. And I want that with you.”
I give him a weak grin and give him a curt nod. “Okay.”
“Don’t convict me of Bobby’s shit—”
“I’m not—”
“You are,” he retorts, pulling back on his pace and fucking me nice and slow. “You are, Daydream. I might look like the motherfucker, but I am far from that piece of shit—”
“I know you are,” I quickly insert because I didn’t mean for him to spiral.
It’s just still fresh in my existence, I guess.
“You’re hard-headed. You’re fucking impossible and kind.
You’re thoughtful and stupid hot. I’m proud…
to be your wife, Bronte. If there’s ever a day you make me regret it, tuck your balls in. Because I’ll cut them off.”
He stares at me for a long time before he says, “Alright. Deal.”
Needing to break the tension between us, I arch my back and Bronte’s eyes snap shut off a groan. “Now, where were we?”
He doesn’t open his eyes at first, bucking his hips a little faster now as I spread my thighs wider for more. “At the part where you’re trying to kill me with this pussy.”
My mouth cracks into a wider smile as pleasure blooms and spreads further out to every end of my body. “Your cock feels so good, Bronte.” His eyes fly open at my admission, and now, they’re darker. “End of the year, you said?”
One side of his face lifts, appearing a bit suspicious. “Don’t tease me.”
“I have to a little. It’s what you signed up for.”
“You give me a statement like that,” he warns, his tone dipping into this deliciously dark octave. “I’ll run with that shit.”
“What does that include exactly?”
“Bending you over every hard surface and taking advantage of you.”
Mhm, I like that.
Posing innocent eyes up at him, the simple act gets Bronte’s thrusts to quicken. Something in how much he can read into me, regardless of whether I’m teasing—which normally doesn’t last long— or not, makes this man start losing some of his control.
“Bronte…”
“Mhm?”
Inhaling, I know I’m jumping again, and I’m not ready.
Not mentally.
Not physically.
Not even within the confines of my daily life.
However, I can’t help it when he’s fucking me like he can’t stand not to. Like it’s something that gives him life. Something he’s waited patiently for and, now that he has me, needs to make up for time lost.
“I want you to come inside me.”
A split second turns into a brutal fuck where my body is jolting upward, and the mattress protests from the abrupt movement.
Bronte turns into an unhinged animal, marking his mate and giving literal zero shits about the noise level or what can be heard downstairs.
I should worry about his mother’s reaction to all this, but Bronte shifts a certain way, getting the bed to stop squeaking, before I’m yanked upward and in the air with his cock still buried inside me.
Mid-thrust, Bronte’s hands hold me up by my ass as he moves me up and down his cock while his hips finish the rest of the distance.
My lips part in a rush of excitement and pleasure. Being held in Bronte’s strong arms, at his leisure, while he uses my body for whatever needs he needs met is, by far, the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Kiss me,” he rumbles out, not needing much else from me when I wrap my hand around the back of his head and deliver what he requires.
Our tongues clash and compete for the upper hand. It’s a lost cause for me because I’m quickly melting against him. Submitting to the way, duration, and tempo of how he wants to fuck me.
My body vibrates with the need to come, and my audible responses—every moan and groan that leaves my throat—only goads Bronte on.
“I love how you take this cock, Daydream,” he practically snarls out. “So fucking good and tight. I hope you’ve come prepared.”
Oh, there’s no preparing with Bronte Vasiliou.
When he fucks you, he’s fucking you until you can’t breathe right. Until you’re so exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open.
He’ll fuck you mid-dream.
He will definitely fuck you to remind you how much you mean to him.
All relevant ways to get me to fall deeper into his orbit and forever be bound and cherished by him.
It’s not a bad way to go.
In fact, it’s the only way I’d like to go.
“I feel so full,” I quip, coaxing him on because I need my release like I need my next breath and day with him. “I never want you to stop.”
I almost scream at the next thrust he delivers me because he’s so deep and my pussy clenched around him through the small spirt of pain.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he leers. “Just wait until I have your pretty little ass. I’m going to fuck you in both holes and have you begging for some sort of relief.”
He spreads my cheeks then, hitting another vast part of me before a broken cry flees my throat, and Bronte’s mouth is crashing back on mine to keep me quiet.
I come so hard, I lose sense of whether I’m upright or lying down.
His tongue slices through the noise, only making it audible in my chest as my head spins and my body sprints to chase every inch and ounce of my orgasm.
Bronte doesn’t stop for a second until I feel him shudder and growl within the next, maybe, minute. Each drive of his cock prominent of our life together.
He doesn’t put me back on the bed, nor does he move from his spot when I’m finally able to crack my eyes open and look down at him with affection and lust in his eyes.
Insatiable.
“I’d fuck you again,” he vouches simply, seemingly content with me still in his arms and not ready to leave my body just yet. “But my mother is expecting us downstairs for lunch.”
I quirk a brow. “And how long has she been waiting for that?”
“Since I came up here.”
I scowl half-heartedly. “Bronte.”
He lifts his shoulders dismissively and kneads my ass with his palms. “We’re newlyweds. What else does she expect?”
“I don’t want to look at her and think of that.”
His mouth curves into a sultry smirk. “You’re pregnant, remember?”
“Uh-huh. Allegedly.”
“You going to take that test?”
Yes, but not right this second.
“I’m hungry.”
His expression turns exasperated, which hints he’s either nervous or excited.
Heaven forbid he be the first one because the man’s mental health might stumble with the idea he’d be anything but bold, brave, and confident.
“I want to know if I’m having a baby,” he returns. “Don’t you have to wait an hour for those things anyway?”
Well, you’ve lived your life without ever having a pregnancy scare. That’s kinda nice to know.
“A minute,” I reply. “And your wife is starving.”
Bronte looks heavenward, alluding to the fact that I’ve won the battle. “Fine. But I’m knowing by the end of the night.”
“Fine.”
He leans in, kissing me softly, when he purposely moves my weight to fall down the length of his cock again.
I shiver and moan involuntarily and feel his smile against my lips.
“Any chance I can get you to change your mind in the next three minutes?”
Maybe not.
Sighing, because he literally takes no prisoners with the way he plans and barters. Like a damn terrorist, before I reply, “Make me come in two and you have yourself a deal.”